"peacful" poems
Lest you find yourself amongst the bones,
Mask your face and quiet your soul.
Flock in lines of the mundane and meek,
Zip your lips, peacful keep.
This genocide of individuality is perverting our kind, incestually.
Perfect patterns, mechanically, processed, soundly.
The flawed are pushed aside,
The individuals are boxed up, shipped out, Pariahs.
So, don your masks, one and all!
Suit up, and watch your sheeple fall.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Big round eyes,
Warm kindered heart,
Cheerful spirit,
Pleasing soul,
Overabundent love,
A type of love
Unexplainable
To those who have
Yet to experience it.
Lives without worry,
Aims to please
Never angry,
Slow to judge,
Quick as a cat,
Peacful as a dove,
Oliver is a love.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
I think its the lights,
or maybe the sounds?
that make late night car rides
so peacful.
With the radio to drown out
all your demons,
of stress and depression.
And lights flickering by,
making your eyes look like galaxies.
Staring out the window,
watching the sleeping world
as you drive passed.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
On a dirt road in the country side,
Nothing but hills surrounded me.
Hills that blossomed in the spring with beautiful shades of green.
Neighbors were a field away.
It was travelled by few but many at the same time.
A road for night-time walks and hearing the crickets evening song, the frogs croak,
and the whisper of the wind rustling through the fields,
making that peacful night-time walk eerie.
A road to learn how to ride a bike on and then,
a few years later, how to drive a car.
Travelled by big tractors, an occasional car,
And every now and then,
the hooves of escaping cows.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
Why does death elude me
does it no longer hunt me like a lion to it's pray
the sweet sleep is so far away, outside of grasp.
The overwhelming feeling f reponsability impedes my plan
and my mind feverishly attempts to find a way to disolve the promise
and responsabilities owed.
To decide the way to face death is another decision
should it be peacful and fade into a quiet slumber
should it be quick and one painful
I find myself lacking the courage to take that final step, to pull that triger or take that extra pill
I ate my life and the constant strugle
I hurt everyone I know and can't keep the one's I love
I lose them to death and to my inabiltiy to look outside my of me
There is nothing to ook foreward to nothing that will change my life for the better
So I continue with my prayers to be taken from this turmoil and grief to stop hurting others in my life with one last pain and loss, the loss of me
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
not a way to worry
not a place to be
looking for a place with sunshine
is allright with me
the bubbles of distruction
in my mind
just a man
with calm feelings
is all you'll find
as a tranquil time
brings me to a rhyme
and a peacful sight
keeps me sublime
cause i'm blasting high way in the sky
going to my peacful paradise
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
Born by the feet of the godness ,
I loved her and protect her,
Cursed I am called
Born by the head of my mother ,
He got her bénédiction and left her ,
Blessed he is said
...
Sithai , no word could describe ,
I brought her to my cavern to get her love ,
Yet her Heart yearned for him
I promised everything she might desire
the Sky ,the Moon , the Earth
She wanted him back
.
.
.
She prayed , devote , loving , peacful ,
She asked for him , nothing else
I watched and marveled
Uncorrruptible , unexpecting , faithful love
I wanted her as mine , not her body , Heart , that pure and loving one,
I wished to be the one to call it my home
I wished to print on this beautiful soul a part of mine , I wish to be hers , I just wish ....
.
.
.
Oh , here he is , judging and doubtful ,
Questioning her purity and virginity ,
He refuse to see her tears or the bleeding heart
****** fate , spiteful existence am I ?Hoping for a unfuitful love
Desiring a forbidden fruit
Love
Shall be it , destiny or mighty smither,
Do
or
Bring your mighty thunder
I will receive with open arms
But , I shall leave my mark ,
Her Mind ,
with a chaste kiss on her head
Balade on my heart , trying to take my love for her , to late Ram , I already left my mark
Ravanan must die , so be it , a blade shan't take it , heart , burning for Sithai is it ,
Ten , Thousand , Infinite need it
Oh , why cry , shedding tears for ravanan , we both don't deserve you ,
Nobody does , fadding , my time is near
...
I am sorry , I shouldn't have taken you against your will , male stupidity , I wish .... , No , I am happy enough ...
Sithai may remember me , she could think about this ravanan , so selfish to the end as males are ...
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
The sour taste
of bitter company
Teeth clenched
Tongue held
to preserve the
somewhat peacful
lie of a setting
A good time
While stepping
around the eggshells
like a minefield
of emotional explosions
You know that one will explode
you just don't know when
Hoping, feeling guilty for the hope
that the explosion will avoid you
and fall onto someone else
The smell of dinner
sustained silence
small talk
strained smiles
Happy ******* Thanksgiving
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
I fell asleep
Last night
With a smile
Because your
Voice soothed me
Into a peacful sleep.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
A quiet place to think,
A quiet pace to dream.
This stream holds more than it seems.
It holds the millions of broken dreams,
All of the hopes thrown away by time,
Lost and forgotten forever by this cruel world.
A peaceful place to think,
A peaceful place to dream.
You can see what you desire,
Or what you already know.
It’s time to find out for yourself.
The only place to think,
The only place to dream.
How long will it be,
Before it’s all gone?
I think we all hope that this quiet little stream,
Will last forevermore.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
We lay on a blanket,
in a quite, grassy feild.
Watching shooting stars
through our atmospheric sheild.
Outside our peacful bubble,
the world may fight, and fight.
But here were safe together.
In darkness, we're so bright
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
there hasn’t been change or sleep here for a long time,
the grassy cave is open as anyhting you could scream or sleep about
there’s a good curve inside, like all of the moss has agreed
with each other
which way to go, and to leave something open, for you to come in
it’s nothing special, and I’ve only been back two days, but you go along
the riverside path
past the park
and the green opens up a little more, and thusly
a little more happens you see, as I’m sure you would imagine, you take
a left from the path winding up to the birdge and step into the country of single edged trees;
there’s enough history in this hanging enclosier to let you do anything, but alone, you
do the normal things, you think about love and your heroes, and the opposites;
you’re covered by most of it by the over hanging trees where they grow together
in an over hanging swarm. and you work it all out.
you laugh like a human being, forgetting that
cues are normally needed for such things, you’d cry like the sentiments of the green
if they wern’t so abundant and still.
you’d ask each of their individual names if it
wasn’t so obvious that they wren’t already around you, and surrounded you
like peacful movements of song and age;
of course giving you the choice to see them like this
if you wish
or not.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
Sipping tea in porch
Cool breeze, temperature falls
Crescent moon sailing
Birds in the vermilion sky
Sun sets in the peacful realm
©sim
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
A ready mind becomes
a blade,
to shatter my
outlasting shade.
The past is but a mirror,
yet through it
I see clearer,
a wound deep carved
it stays.
In ways, it's never
over,
forever-this crusade.
Renew your vows,
as the wolf howls,
and now your spirit
burns this hide.
Again, again with
reckless pride,
you needn't see,
you're not danger
free.
A ready mind endures
the pain,
it hides away the wounds
are lain.
An eerie call,
some words begin
to fall,
but focus for it's time,
the black crow is perched
a sign.
Embrace the thought
in ways we're free
we fought.
Us differ from
the fool,
no masters here, no slaves
to rule.
My ready mind
is bright,
with need to help
for right.
A shadow in the night
protects,
this lonely wish for just
reflects.
So what if death is mine
alone,
a peacful mind is born
if my example stays
atone.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
Epiphany
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Years.. I've spent on the people that I loved once, putting them first before my own self.. Self... WOW... Mistakes were made, it was too late.. when i realised, but I still Recognised... Through the foggy days and thunderous nights,
Time doesn't change nor does it change you, only you, your self, your own consciousness and self awareness is what allows you to adapt and change by self by observing the true reality, only through the eyes of your own,
When I think, am surrounded by the thoughts of possibilities which are pushed aside, not focused on and neglected like life... Make me wonder times I spent in the past, years go by and I look and still ask my self who am I?
A purpose we all live for to survive , some do well so don't.. But it all depends on how we approach opportunities in life, its how we do it it's how we survive... To be Continued...
Final moments of Life = 10/07/2025 - 18:52
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The Final Curtain / Lights of Life
Walk away they said, nothing can be done again they said,
Giving up wasnt an option, hold on tight and realise they said
as this RollerCoaster will not stop untill the light at the end of the tunnel shine bright and takes us to the peacful side.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Oliver's smiley eyes are captivatingly beautiful,
It was amazing not because of its cuteness,
But because of the words they hold WITHIN.
Oliver is one in a million,
He has a warm kindered heart,
A cheerful spirit and a pleasing soul.
Oliver has an overabundent love,
A type of love which is unexplainable,
To those who have, yet to experience it.
Oliver, we will live without worry,
Never angry, slow to judge, and
Graduate together with full of love.
Just like peacful as a dove,
Oliver is a love.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
Gaping wound mouthing its pain at me directly
Red voiled words strain themselves from makeshift lips
A tongue of bone sits across the torn out scream
Sputtering and gurgling as veins add to the heated furore
The surgeon peers and wipes over the crass outpouring
Silence, then muted sobbing
***** red mouth needs washing flushed out
More unruly crimson defiance! Deftly Muffled once again
the gaping makeshift mouth mutters a desperate prayer giving a resolute yawn and finally relaxes
Scrubbed and trimmed, Stiched into a peacful crooked smile.
Docs got it all sewn up!
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
I want a dog and a cat
A wall with shelf after shelf
Filled with all the books that I’ve read
I want a house in the forest, near a lake
And a place to grow old and slowly forget
A peacful way to live
I’d like you to join me there
If you can
To stay by my side
Watching the time go by
Everyday that I wake up
With a smile
Eternally grateful for the day that we met
And the nights that came after
May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 2:07 PM UTC
Twisting, playful Wind,
Skipping around me with a joyous feel
Caressing my skin in a way that
Only Wind can.
Dancing, blazing Fire
Burning bright like a star
Warming my heart in the way
Which only Fire can.
Flowing, shifting Water
Guarding and protecting me
Surrounding me in comfort
That only Water can.
Solid, everlasting Earth
Steadying and supporting me
Giving me a basis as
Only Earth can.
Serene, peacful Spirit
Calming and securing me
Removing any fears
As only Spirit can.
These are the five elements
That support and aid me in my struggles.
I call upon thee now,
Come to my aid yet again.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
My knee weakens at the sight
A massacre of the innocent
Parts of their body littered
As few were mercilessly beaten
The explosion seemed a drill
In a located farming area
Where people go and fill,
Water, pulled by a cart carrier
Where children, usually play
While mothers do their work
Making crooked dolls with clay
In garbbish language, they talk
Sadden, broken wailing mothers
Call onto their childs name
A horrific sight, winked at them
Humanity, what a shocking shame
Cradles gone, blood smeared
A mourning torture grimmed
Giggles gone, people feared
Ears deafened with screams
A peacful, happy settlement
Now a testing bound ground
Cruelty of these man monsters
Polluted their calm surround
Ghosts and devils are a myth
When in vision we see men
Horrendous ****** figures
I wander, what they have learnt
Puppets of the money skimmers
Twinted toys of military goons
People killed everyday
See, how they break their rules
Peace is fading drastically
Where civilians relay on their leaders
Fools, they've been made
They are their testing feeders
Rest in peace, O' beautiful souls
Thou it was not your call
I hope these money made figures,
Push themselves and fall!
©sim
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC